J. Cross, Manager
You step quietly along the brush walking slowly towards the crest of the hill, for a moment, you stop and pull out your binoculars. You need to check if the sniper has seen you. HE is looking in your direction through the scope of his rifle. The roof seems to move a bit... taht's strange. It looks like a large gun, or maybe a giant satellite dish. This seems all to familliar. God, where the fuck do you remember this from, probably one of the jobs you did.
You notice a slight change in your environment. The grass seems greener and the sky seems brighter. You're almost sure the sniper has seen you. There's only two thigns to do: stay still and hope he didn't see you, or just make a break for it down the hill.
At that moment, you see what looks like a large white horse gallopping towards you. You hesitate for a second, and all you feel is fear.
You notice a slight change in your environment. The grass seems greener and the sky seems brighter. You're almost sure the sniper has seen you. There's only two thigns to do: stay still and hope he didn't see you, or just make a break for it down the hill.
At that moment, you see what looks like a large white horse gallopping towards you. You hesitate for a second, and all you feel is fear.